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Okay, so last night my mom and I went through the things we decided we'd bring over for the garage sale on Saturday. She said she had some yarn and some fabric squares (apparently they're called charms?) that we'd get rid of, since she wasn't going to really do anything with them. Two huge containers of yarn and four shoeboxes of fabric squares later, we had ten bags of yarn averaging at about thirty skeins each (there were thirty in most of them, anyway) and ninety-eight baggies full of roughly half-inch stacks of squares. That is a lot of money's worth of craft supplies. It's crazy.
Just spent the past hour or so going through and finishing the crop project for photo; the end of the grading period is tomorrow, so I had to turn something in. If I do pan pictures today, I can add the shutter speed project to it tomorrow, too, and then I'll only be missing aperture and macro. ...which probably isn't actually all that okay, but whatever.
Got my huge gigantic epic paper thing back from Mrs Lake today... and she marked the hell out of it. ("She really went to town on that!" said Melissa upon seeing the essay. "Well, I really went to town on Amanda's paper, so I guess I deserve this," I replied. Of course, the main difference between my paper and Amanda's paper is that I used 0.33 mm pink pen on Amanda's, and Mrs Lake used bold-tip black Sharpie on mine. So I really wrote more on Amanda's than Mrs Lake wrote on mine, but it doesn't really look like it.) Mostly her problem was that I didn't use quotes. "Remember that this is supposed to be an academic paper. You need quotes and factual evidence to back up your opinion," wrote Mrs Lake. What's funny is that she had basically all of my research (except the most recent ten pages, since my mom gave me those a few hours after I gave my paper to Mrs Lake), so if she'd bothered to look at all, she would have been able to see, "Oh hi! I'm a fact!" And particularly with the dates - I mean, do you think I just pulled those out of my ass? "Oh, hey, I like the way these numbers go together, so I'll say that this is when the Columbia was destroyed!" Um, no. I don't mind that she pointed out that it might have been nice if I mentioned that the entire reason we entered the Space Race was in retaliation to the Soviets during the Cold War (my dad pointed that out, too), but I don't think she has much room to tell me about the Cold War, since she never said anything about it in class. (I mean, yeah, I know that from all my research. But for all she knows, I didn't really read over any of it.)
Mostly I think she's just in love with quotes. And besides, I didn't write that paper for her. I wrote it for Ms Padilla. If I'd written it for Mrs Lake, I'd've used quotes. (I'm a little miffed that the whole thing is only worth twenty extra-credit points, though.) She admitted that my paper was fucking fantastic, though (I'm paraphrasing, of course) so I think I win.
In other news, I just found out that we're starting swimming next week. And, of course, I just happen to be on week three of my pills (does anyone even remember/care that I'm on Yaz?), so next week is the week where I'm actually supposed to have a period. Except that I'm probably going to be bleeding weirdly all next week and part of the one after that, since so far that's what seems to have been happening every month, and generally blood + pool = no. I don't even think this medicine is really working - I mean, yeah, my periods are different and I'm not really getting cramps anymore, but I've still got weird mood swings and my acne is pretty much the same as it's always been. And since this is month three, my refill runs out and I get to go see the doctor and tell him about how this isn't working! And then he'll just put me on something else, and my system will continue to be screwed up as that tries to... do whatever it's supposed to do.
...At least it means I probably won't have to do swimming this year, either.
I want to go to art claaaaaass. I want to work on my illustraaaaaation. There's like ten minutes till the block is over. It's too looooooong. D:
Just spent the past hour or so going through and finishing the crop project for photo; the end of the grading period is tomorrow, so I had to turn something in. If I do pan pictures today, I can add the shutter speed project to it tomorrow, too, and then I'll only be missing aperture and macro. ...which probably isn't actually all that okay, but whatever.
Got my huge gigantic epic paper thing back from Mrs Lake today... and she marked the hell out of it. ("She really went to town on that!" said Melissa upon seeing the essay. "Well, I really went to town on Amanda's paper, so I guess I deserve this," I replied. Of course, the main difference between my paper and Amanda's paper is that I used 0.33 mm pink pen on Amanda's, and Mrs Lake used bold-tip black Sharpie on mine. So I really wrote more on Amanda's than Mrs Lake wrote on mine, but it doesn't really look like it.) Mostly her problem was that I didn't use quotes. "Remember that this is supposed to be an academic paper. You need quotes and factual evidence to back up your opinion," wrote Mrs Lake. What's funny is that she had basically all of my research (except the most recent ten pages, since my mom gave me those a few hours after I gave my paper to Mrs Lake), so if she'd bothered to look at all, she would have been able to see, "Oh hi! I'm a fact!" And particularly with the dates - I mean, do you think I just pulled those out of my ass? "Oh, hey, I like the way these numbers go together, so I'll say that this is when the Columbia was destroyed!" Um, no. I don't mind that she pointed out that it might have been nice if I mentioned that the entire reason we entered the Space Race was in retaliation to the Soviets during the Cold War (my dad pointed that out, too), but I don't think she has much room to tell me about the Cold War, since she never said anything about it in class. (I mean, yeah, I know that from all my research. But for all she knows, I didn't really read over any of it.)
Mostly I think she's just in love with quotes. And besides, I didn't write that paper for her. I wrote it for Ms Padilla. If I'd written it for Mrs Lake, I'd've used quotes. (I'm a little miffed that the whole thing is only worth twenty extra-credit points, though.) She admitted that my paper was fucking fantastic, though (I'm paraphrasing, of course) so I think I win.
In other news, I just found out that we're starting swimming next week. And, of course, I just happen to be on week three of my pills (does anyone even remember/care that I'm on Yaz?), so next week is the week where I'm actually supposed to have a period. Except that I'm probably going to be bleeding weirdly all next week and part of the one after that, since so far that's what seems to have been happening every month, and generally blood + pool = no. I don't even think this medicine is really working - I mean, yeah, my periods are different and I'm not really getting cramps anymore, but I've still got weird mood swings and my acne is pretty much the same as it's always been. And since this is month three, my refill runs out and I get to go see the doctor and tell him about how this isn't working! And then he'll just put me on something else, and my system will continue to be screwed up as that tries to... do whatever it's supposed to do.
...At least it means I probably won't have to do swimming this year, either.
I want to go to art claaaaaass. I want to work on my illustraaaaaation. There's like ten minutes till the block is over. It's too looooooong. D: